Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Azerbaijan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bobby Womack to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by DNA. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
The Stooges,
Lindisfarne,
The Leaves,
The Mojo Men,
Television Personalities,
Grey Daturas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Subhumans,
Jimmy McGriff,
48th St. Collective,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Underground Resistance,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Holt,
Thompson Twins,
Liliput,
Magma,
Drive Like Jehu,
8 Eyed Spy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultravox,
Jacob Miller,
Monolake,
Ituana,
The Cramps,
Babytalk,
The Cowsills,
Yazoo,
Pere Ubu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Faraquet,
New York Dolls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Saccharine Trust,
K-Klass,
Mandrill,
Neil Young,
The Victims,
Talk Talk,
Lyres,
Black Sheep,
The Searchers,
Eurythmics,
Eden Ahbez,
The American Breed,
Depeche Mode,
Buzzcocks,
Stetsasonic,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fall,
Surgeon,
Laurel Aitken,
Colin Newman,
DJ Style,
The Walker Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eve St. Jones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jandek,
Desert Stars,
Television,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.